Blackstreet, JJ Come on Uh, uh, uh, uh Yeah, what what What's up girlfriend? What's up boyfriend? Yo meet my girlfriend Meet my boyfriend This is my
Blackstreet, JJ Come on Uh, uh, uh, uh Yeah, what what? What's up, girlfriend? What's up, boyfriend? Show me my girlfriend Meet my boyfriend This is
and had away wid her Bone's hitting all day wid the lay wid ah, play Wid the seven other niggas no protecting smoking hay what Would he pray wid her would he pray wid her
uh-huh and addicted to money causin holes uh-huh got my tommy tucked and ready to draw uh-huh better make a finger run screamin fuck the law Game-
niggas wanna wreck they click,(Uh-huh) Grab your gun and diss niggas to they dick, Buck sumin go sumwhere and fuck somethin, (Fuck somethin) Like that frontin nigga bitch, make her
Intro- Wait hold up J you see that chick Which one Right there with them big ass lips Goddamn Uh huh How she get so thick? I bet she used to be skinny
her, trick get back, uh trick get back You tell her, trick get back, for ya ass get smacked You tell her, trick get back, what trick get back You tell her
' Know what I'm talking bout, so push the button You know what's happenin', fa shizzle, uh huh Yeah bitch, trying to run from this pimpin' You can't out run
I'm bringing everything you like Uh huh I know that you wantin' this Uh huh Tell me, can you handle it? Uh huh Show me how you work them hips Uh huh
where I b Hey ladies, if you in the club right now Posted up at the bar Gettin yo' full drink on Aiyyo, that's where I be, uh huh Aiyyo fellas, now
Hard enough that I can chew a whole bag of rocks Hyah! Attention to all you punk motherfuckers out there (Uh-huh uh-huh, check it out, check it out) Funky
, Sauce Money for real and Let her get on top if there's mirrors on the ceiling Hit her so right that she wanna throw rice My device makes her say 'Damn
Uh huh, uh huh, gi-gi gi-geyeah Roc-A-Fella y'all, uh huh, uh huh, Jigga Timbaland shit, nine-eight beyotch Say what, say what? Uh huh, uh huh, follow
good for your health, uh Ding-ding, dong-a, ding-ding, da-dong-dong Huh, true dat, true dat, true dat Ding-ding, dong-a, ding-ding, da-dong-dong Huh
, hey, fffwussup w-wussup wit that bitch, nigga?) What bitch? The bitch that I nutted all up in her face And was grippin all down her back? (Huh, yeah, that ol' bitch that uh